Sunday, July 4, 2010

Thank for watching me that night I passed out.
You said I was breathing funny, eyes half open.
We missed the cab.

Sorry I dropped my cigarette on the sheets your mom bought you.
I promise it didn't burn a hole.
I know they are extra important to you because they were a gift from a loved one.

Thanks for putting up with me when I get snappy, or when I am too exhausted
to hang out.

It will pass. I will get better.

For us.
For my father.
For my living family.
For my few friends.

1 comment:

Eva said...

This struck a cord, it has a lot of how I feel at the moment.